Thatcher spotted

I was giving tea to some constituents from Chinnor in the Pugin Room and doing my best to show off about the famous people sitting around in the leather armchairs.

“And there,” I said, “is George Foulkes, the former Labour Minister for Overseas Development!” My friends nodded with due reverence to George.

But as we were wolfing our eclairs I noticed that I seemed to have lost their attention and out of the corner of my eye I saw something in powder blue, and I looked up and there she was again! It was Baroness Thatcher, looking just as transcendentally dynamic as when Melissa and le tout in Portcullis House spotted her last week having coffee.

“Did you organise that especially for us” said my awstruck friends, and I did not deny it.

13 thoughts on “Thatcher spotted”

I still recall being introduced to the leaderene and then prime minister at i think a white ball in the 1980s. what a proud moment it was. boris was probably still studying for his mods at the time. it was a good evening with lots of dancing. i seem to remember cecil in particular on the dance floor. oh what a night, late november back in ’86)(?).

Thank you, Bozza, for these timely updates on the whereabouts of the vile old bat. I live in morbid fear of bumping in to her, and by tuning in to your jolly little log, I can now plan my movements with no fear of an unwelcome meeting.